Chords for The Letter That Never Came Charlie Poole

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_ _ _ _ He's a ready male for me, was [Bb] the question that he [F] asked,
Of the postman at the calling [C] of the day. _
[F] But he turned away and [Bb] sighed, while a tear stood [F] in his eye,
As he drooped his head and slowly walked away.
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[Bb] Was it from a grey [A]-haired mother, or a sister, or a brother,
He waited all his many years [F] in vain.
_ Of the merry morning light, he would wait till dark at night,
While the letter brought at last, it never came.
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[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ As he waited all his years, [Bb] sure and mingle with [F] his chair,
His poor soul had beaten out, [C] till a time,
[F] In his hand he held a note, [Bb] and those simple words [F] he wrote,
And the letter comes [C] displacing [F] by my side.
[Bbm] Was it from a grey-haired mother, [F] or a sister, or a brother,
He waited [Bb] all his many [F] years in vain.
Of the merry morning [Bb] light, he would wait till [F] dark at night,
While the letter brought at last, it never came.
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[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
[F] _ _ [G] Was it from a grey-haired mother, or a sister, or a brother,
He waited all [Bb] his many [F] years in vain.
Of the merry morning light, [Bb] he would wait till dark [F] at night,
While the letter brought [C] at last, it [F] never came.
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[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
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